Fragile and Delicate (Within Tragedy)

A Poem by Dano

A wretched thing
Ascends the stairs with a rope in hand
Ignore the heat
Forget the bruise I left
Dancing to a beat of there own
Flames lick up the walls
Bathing me in orange and red
No stranger to a delicate intimacy
I watch from the front row
The flames come together creating blues and blacks
Sparks here and there causing bursts of violent love
Footfalls mere seconds from closure
The end to a delicate intimacy
She brings an end to this dance
Such a wretched thing
With rope in hand staring through thirsty eyes
At last my executioner has arrived
She will never understand the dance
Never be a part of anyone
Hands tied tight behind me
She sets me down in front of the flames
They dance lovingly in the reflection of my eyes
As she slips a knife under my chin
Delicately she lowers her eyes to mine
Her mouth moves but her words are lost to me
Twisting into a smile she pulls the blade toward her
Slumping over she grins wide as my blood spills around her
This dance has almost finished
Her eyes widen with surprise as I spare a glance
Allowing a smirk to fall over my face
The flames come together
Understanding floods through her
My blood begins to boil
The heat blistering my skin
Flames crawl up and around her
Engulfing her
Dropping to her knees in agony she sees
This is the end I speak, a mere whisper above the flames
This is how a delicate tragedy ends
With intimacy